Frank Mauro (King of the Land)

Yo, it's Frank Mauro, the king of the land With a backhoe and an excavator in each hand Workshop garage, tools stacked to the sky If there's dirt to move, you know Frank's your guy Dynamite in the truck, yeah, he blows up stone Clears the way for dreams with muscles of his own He's got grit, got skills, and a vision so grand Building futures brick by brick, plot by plan Frank Mauro, tearing up the ground Excavator roaring, making that sound From the hills to the valleys, he's the man in command Frank Mauro, the legend of the land Blueprints spread out on the hood of his ride He's got the know-how and the crew by his side Engines hum, metal shines in the light Frank works by the day and dreams by the night He's the blast master, boom, rocks split in two No mountain too high, no valley too blue With steel in his veins and a shovel in his soul Frank Mauro digs deep, always reaching his goal Frank Mauro, tearing up the ground Excavator roaring, making that sound From the hills to the valleys, he's the man in command Frank Mauro, the legend of the land Chains clink, dirt flies, sparks in the dark Frank's machines leave a monumental mark From highways to homes, his legacy's clear If you see progress, you know Frank was here Boulders crumble, pathways unfold Under Frank's touch, the earth turns to gold He's the maestro of motion, the digger supreme Building a world that started as a dream Frank Mauro, tearing up the ground Excavator roaring, making that sound From the hills to the valleys, he's the man in command Frank Mauro, the legend of the land So raise a hard hat to the man on the grind Frank Mauro, the excavator with a mastermind With his garage full of giants, his heart full of grit He's the boss of the earth, and he's loving it